Mythical Three Kingdoms: Martial Arts Reach Divine Ranks, I Alone Rule the World

Faced with the sigh of Ademo, a powerful and experienced Hunnic warrior with graying hair...

Although Zhang Mu agreed with the statement that the White Emperor Gongsun Shu was inferior to the Red Emperor Liu Bang, he could hardly empathize with his fate.

"Gongsun Shu is short-sighted. In his quest for hegemony, he only resorts to treacherous assassinations. How can he possibly compete with the other planes... well, with Emperor Guangwu?"

"In the past, you bet on the wrong people, and you still had the chance to remain dormant in the earth's veins for a hundred years."

"It's a pity you've run into me today..."

"Hurry up and make your move!"

"Otherwise, once Mu Xian makes his move, you won't even have a chance to fight back."

Since he dared to come tonight, Zhang Mu had no intention of ending things peacefully with the Southern Xiongnu.

"Youth is wonderful!"

Adimo looked enviously at Zhang Mu, who had uttered such arrogant words, his five fingers gripping the curved sword in his hand tightly.

Immediately.

Countless dark red blood vessels slowly flowed along the blade of the crescent-shaped scimitar, exuding a chilling and malevolent aura.

"But young man of the Han dynasty, you must know one thing."

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"It has never been a reason for you to be arrogant."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ademo took a step forward.

With just one step, the void trembled.

His figure vanished from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already in Zhang Mu's blind spot to the side and behind.

The scimitar drew a desolate crescent-shaped arc of light.

It cleaved through the sky, and the airflow along the way was directly dissolved by the malevolent blood energy.

Where the sword flashed, the world seemed to be split in two.

All the murderous intent that Ademo had accumulated over the past century was now poured into the blade. The phantoms of all the dead souls who had fallen under this blade floated faintly within the arc of light, roaring incessantly.

This strike was Ademo's strongest strike.

The generals Lai Xi and Cen Peng, who were once killed by him, were both at the Martial Prime level, and they too could not withstand this blade of light.

Adimo didn't believe Zhang Mu could stop him either.

however.

Faced with this earth-shattering blow, Zhang Mu didn't even turn his head slightly.

"Buzz!"

Just as the crescent-shaped blade of light was about to strike Zhang Mu from behind, causing him to bleed profusely on the spot...

A red battle flag, about eighteen feet long and covered in old bloodstains, suddenly appeared.

As the flag fluttered, it swept away all the flashing blades.

"Splash!"

The sound of water flowing could be heard in the void.

Among the ten sage figures, the sage dressed in a standard military uniform slowly descended from the sky, stepping on the River of Oblivion formed from literary energy, and stood between Zhang Mu and Adiemo.

at the same time.

The stone tablets and cemetery, formed from literary energy, rose into the air, their imposing presence pressing down on Ademo.

The sage in standard military uniform remained silent, but the immense power and fighting spirit emanating from him sealed off the space around Atemo.

midair.

Seeing the look of surprise in Ademo's eyes as his attack was so easily neutralized, he couldn't help but show a hint of astonishment.

To know.

His full-force attack was enough to split mountains, yet it was calmly blocked by this figure shrouded in scholarly energy.

"A mere shadow figure can withstand my butcher's blade?"

"The path of literature is indeed mysterious and unfathomable."

While he uttered these words of praise, Ademo's heart was filled with even greater solemnity.

He no longer held back.

With a flick of his wrist, his sword strikes continued unabated.

One slash after another, layers upon layers of sword light filled the sky, like blood-red crescent moons falling from the heavens, constantly striking towards Zhang Mu's location.

but.

No matter how dense his sword flashes were, they couldn't compare to the number of memorial tablets for fallen heroes in the cemetery.

Every time a blade flashes and strikes, a monument to heroes rises into the air to meet it.

While the sword light may leave cracks and marks on the Heroes' Monument, and may even cause it to shatter into pieces...

But the tattered red battle flag, about eighteen feet long, swayed in the void.

The monument to the fallen heroes will be restored to its original state in the next instant, continuing to withstand the sword strikes of Ademo, a powerful Hun warrior whose hair has turned gray.

On the battlefield above the royal court of the Southern Xiongnu.

Just as Zhang Mu's several sage-like avatars were locked in a stalemate with Ademo and other powerful figures from the Xiongnu's inner circle...

On the other battlefield, the battle to hunt down the phantom of Xiang Yu and seize the imperial weapons left behind by Xiang Yu has also reached a fever pitch.

Faced with the encirclement and attack of four veteran Martial Realm experts led by the powerful black-robed Huns, the divine power within the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd, a royal weapon, was completely restored in the hands of the Overlord Phantom.

The shadow of the deity manifested in the void.

It was the phantom of a middle-aged man with double pupils, a powerful physique, and wearing heavy black armor.

Its face was blurred, yet it exuded an unparalleled imperial majesty that dominated the universe.

Gazing at the phantom of the deity, the four veteran Xiongnu experts all wore solemn expressions, no longer displaying the arrogance they had displayed when hunting down imperial soldiers.

Everyone was on high alert.

Without him.

As one's natal weapon is nourished by blood and energy, it develops spirituality. This spirituality not only gives the weapon a sliver of intelligence but also subtly influences its owner's personality and temperament.

To some extent.

One's destiny can be seen as an alternative continuation of the will of the strongest.

Now that the imperial soldiers and deities have fully recovered, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they are now facing off against the reincarnated Western Chu overlord, who possesses a trace of imperial divine aura.

"Everyone, be careful."

The powerful Hunnic in black robes spoke up to remind him, and he pushed his 98-zhang-tall martial arts avatar to its limit.

"It's just a weapon. Does it really think it's some kind of resurrected overlord?"

The beautiful, wild, and powerful woman, who was actually an old Xiongnu woman in disguise, immediately rebuked her companion for his arrogant words: "Watch your words."

"Even if the Overlord is not resurrected, this imperial weapon is not something we can easily deal with."

however.

He was confronted with the conversation between the several powerful Xiongnu warriors who had hunted him down...

The resurrected imperial soldiers and deities never once looked at them.

finally.

Its gaze fell upon the numerous sage figures manifested from Zhang Mu's literary aura, and upon Zhang Mu himself...

"Has another peerless talent emerged in this world, with the potential to reach the Emperor Realm, following in the footsteps of our master?"

The words of the Imperial Guardian God were spoken softly, yet they clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Is this boy destined to dominate the Emperor Realm?

Upon hearing this, Adiemo, who was fighting Zhang Mu, felt a chill in his heart, and his killing intent intensified.

As a member of the Xiongnu people.

Even at the cost of his life, he would never allow a Han Chinese who harbored great hostility towards the Xiongnu to step into that supreme martial realm.

If this young man reaches the Overlord Realm, how will the other members of his clan ever have a chance to rise to prominence?

Therefore.

The powerful Hun warrior Ademo, with his graying hair, unleashed increasingly fierce attacks, each one a desperate struggle.

However, Zhang Mu, the person involved, remained completely calm when faced with the evaluation of the imperial soldiers and deities.

He is very clear.

Whether or not one can reach the Overlord Realm is not something others can decide.

Instead, he entered the field through his own abilities and accumulated experience.

If a single comment could easily determine the height of a person's future martial arts achievements...

He also wanted to say something.

"My brother Zhang Liao has the bearing of an emperor!"

As Zhang Mu was inwardly mocking this, the figure of the imperial soldier deity materialized and moved.

It took a step forward and chose to merge directly with the illusory image of the Overlord, which had been formed from flesh and blood.

In an instant.

An even more ancient and domineering imperial might spread out than when the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd, the imperial weapon, first descended upon this world.